My daughter wrote a story
About a bunny feeling sad
He longed to be at a party
Was excluded from the crowd
Another bunny empathized
With bunny feeling sad
He felt his pain of being
Discarded, left alone
So kindness overtook
And bunny number two
Invited him to go along
To join in with the fun
So bunny was included
He was not left alone
He went along and at the end
His feelings were all glad
The End
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Not for Thee.”
Heels and color
Lifechanging advice suggested to me
To be rid of all the blacks and browns
All those greys and cremes
To infuse splashes of color
Into my wardrobe and life
Adding a bit of style
Accenting flair and finesse
So I did, and now I do
But I would not be sharing
That advice to the others in my home
Because my husband is six foot four
I would not want him in heels
Neither my son for that matter
And my daughter is only eight
She can wear flats while she waits
For her own style to arrive!
Every day I read so many
Posts of others that do inspire
I wish, and then I wish some more
That I could write as others do
But as each fingerprint and face
Would reflect the owner’s space
Every blog and every poem –
All the writing and words
Reveal a light behind each form
So not always always knowing
Some author’s faces or names
Even the lands they are from
There is alway a light
Shining forth from the page
Casting a glow
Inspiring the world
And I am blessed
And I feel glad
For what we can give
And what we can share
Giving, receiving
Writing together
Standing together
Thanking y’all!
xo
Taking the opportunity to enjoy a few
Of the writings of mine, a talent I have
Been enjoying for only a few months at most
Not even a year, each word, each thought has been
A comfort to heal, and with a touch of humility
I would like to say thank you to all those who have
Supported, for every like, for every follow, for
Every kind word encouraging, helping me to find
My feet, in a world so dark, drowning, not knowing
Where to escape, how to flee, and my writing has been
Helping me to breathe once more
xx
12. Flower Form
11. Passionate Purple
10. Purple’s Sister
9. Purple Snow (More Purple)
8. Nature’s Purple (Even More!)
7. Painted Butterfly
6. Comfort Food
5. My Grandfather
4. Magical World
3. Mirror Image
2. Sexy Poetry
And My Favorite!
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Before I go:
Favorite Youtube included in School Song
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And Finally!
Special thanks to others below
That stayed with me
Long after I walked away
To get on with my day
Because Passion
https://hortusclosus.wordpress.com/2014/11/19/passion/
Because Dreaming
http://roxistclair.com/2014/11/16/dream-catcher/
Because Thanking
http://oaplascencia.wordpress.com/2014/11/27/thank-you-for-the-love/
Because Freedom
http://quotidianrevisions.wordpress.com/2014/11/21/there-are-no-strings-on-me/
Take a Bow!
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_writing_challenge/countdown/
This morning when I went to sleep
Past midnight once again
I had a dream so real for me
Coming back so vividly
Allow me to type
So I can capture my dream
Before it vaporizes
And is taken from me
I dreamt of my mother
How she entered my room
She was on a bicycle
Geared up and ready to go
(All those weekly photo challenges
Of wheels and bicycles converging –
Gate crashing my dream)
First time my mother on a bicycle I’ve seen
Knock at the door
And friends waiting to go
Spend some time with my mother
And have themselves a day of fun
I was an onlooker at this little game
My mother acting strangely
Not like my mother would at all
She leaned over to give me a hug
I turned myself away, I’m sorry
No hugs coming your way
Give me back my mother, not one acting so strange
Tell me, where is my mother?
Where has she gone?
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “An Extreme Tale.”
It was the best of times
It was the worst of times
Thinking of these lines
First thoughts in my mind –
I hate it, I love it
When web services do not work
It can bring me to my knees
Why oh why oh please!
Troubleshoot and analyze
Sleep a luxury, no time to eat
Life comes to a halt
Because I have code that doesn’t run!
Managers, deadlines, clients
Breathing down my neck
We have a plan, don’t you know
Yeah I know, and I have code that doesn’t run!
What to do, what to do?
Calm down, breathe, make some tea
I have no time to sleep
Until finally
Sweet finally
After days and nights
Tears and strife
A few changes here and there
And we have success!
Oh sweet code, alive
I have a result!
Tears of joy, fall to my knees
Highs and lows
Moods and swings
Roller coaster work
Roller coaster life
Glitter and gold
Reflect the season once more
Of joy and delight
Goodwill to man
Happy Holidays!
Converging beams break
The sails held together
Revealing sky blue
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Someone Else’s Island.”
My BFF (best friend forever)
Got stranded on an island
I was allowed to send to her
Any old items of five
I know my friend very well
So to keep her happy
I chose for her
Her new puppy Lola
Her two cats I forget their names
Pet bunny Tiger Lily
Rescued Bird PollyAnna
And to keep my best friend company
I sent her me!
Woven fiber united in rigid form translates into motion
Southern Hemisphere Lovin’ Gal
Springtime celebrated every year
This September brought a fresh Summertime Dose
Of turmoil, agony and despair
Not knowing what to do, and where to go
How to get rid of this darkness within
I looked to the sun, and saw brightness and light
I looked within, and felt courage and life
So many words flowing forth from my heart
I started to write, I started to type
And every day ever since
I have written, I have typed
Words arising, healing, flowing
Understanding a little more of my soul within
Therapeuting, growing, empathising
Passionating my way to be a better me –
In the depths of despair I held out my arms
And was gently lifted from the dark well surrounds
To a higher, brighter, sun-drenched place
Of life, and light, and safety
Find a Better Me here: If Tomorrow comes
Photography from the collection of Ali McGill Photography
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